Life Starter {H.S}

Chapter 11

Throwing my bags onto the tour bus, my lungs huffed and puffed, asking for air. My lanky arms aching from the heavy ass bags that were filled with all my clothes. Sasha took up the four steps onto the modern new-ridden tour bus and sat onto the white leather sofa. Sasha, was not only my friend but, she was my makeup artist. Did I forget to mention that she does the most bad ass design for nails? But only a specific way for me? No, I don't think I mentioned that at all.

The tour bus was cold with the first few steps you took. To my right, was the driver's seat, and nice passenger seat. In front of my eyes, Sasha sat before me onto the white sofa, all relaxed and calm. More banging and throwing noises come from the side of the bus as my security team, Paul and Ivan, were throwing there bags into the storage units below the bus. To my left, were the cots the four of us were to be sleeping in if we ever wanted a nap or were taking an over-night trip to another town. Even farther than that, on the left side was a small bathroom and a tiny kitchen-ette. One th right side of that was another soft, white leather couch, just waiting to be sat on.

The closing of the bus' doors frightened me and I shrieked in fear. Ivan laughed at me, while Sasha and Paul mumbled nothings under there breath. Sasha yanked my arm and shoved me into the spot next to her on the couch. Her shoulder was a deep brown color, as was Sasha. She is black, you know. Her white french manicure done up with style and her jeans were roughed with paint splatters. Her yellow tank top complimented her brown eyes. Her hair a slight blonde-brown color. She was absolutely gorgeous. And, there was no doubt about it. She is married to her loving husband for the past four years now. Her shoved her shoulder into my side when she saw me getting comfortable.

"Hey hoe, go take a nap."

She said. I huffed with a laugh and led myself to the cots. The softs blankets ate me through into the sheets, soft and silky. The feather pillow engulfed my head down a long, narrow sleepway, with comfort, darkness, and quiet. My legs felt restless and stayed stilled as my body just layed there. I shivered from the A/C being turned on. I shut my eyes, and lifted them back open again. Nightmares were coming to get me I knew it. I had gotten used to sleeping around Tyler. I still remember when I had stayed at his house for the first night :

* " Alexis! What the hell is wrong? Why are you screaming?!"

Tyler yelling, running into the room. Tears, hot, cold, who-gives-a-fuck type tears dripped down my face.*

Did I mention that they started up again when I came back from the funeral?

* " Oh God dammit."

Tyler walked into my room, slower than usual. Splashing the icy water against my tear covered face, I sat up. Tyler gave me a kiss on the temple of my head and cuddled with me in my forever, now freezing bed. *

Eventually, after all thoughts being pushed away from my brain, I finally go to sleep.

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I woke up in a hotel room, but, it was 8:17 AM. Had I really slept for eighteen hours or is this clock just stupid? Soft knocks pulled back the blankets and me up to the door. The handle made a click when I turned it, alarming me more than it should have. You could be opening the door for a serial killer, you didn't even check. You're probably going to die now. Oh, fuck you!

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine."

"You got a fever and you been sleeping for the past-"

"18 hours."

"Yeah."

Sasha looked down at her watch and looked up at me.

"Alright let's get going."

Sasha took me out of my room and led me out to the car, waiting for us to get to the arena. I still was wearing my clothes from yesterday. Now, instead of smelling clean, they smell like garbage and dog shit. My migraine boomed against the side of my head and pounded in my ears. Sasha buckled me into my seat but I still have one question. Where the hell are we going?

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Screams, loud obnoxious screams were all you could hear from backstage. Shaking my head from heaing the carzy noises, Sasha smacked my head playfully and told me to stop moving. She was applying all the makeup I needed in oreder to fit society standards.

"Your done. Let's dry your hair now, you get you clothes on, then we can style it after."

Removing the cotton warmth from my head, I shivered with cold for some odd reason. The eyeliner made my eyes pop. It was a midnight black color and, hey, what did I say bout those dark flowers, huh?

"Alright, get dressed."

I looked at the clothes on the chair, layed out before me. Sasha left me in the room, closing the door loudly so I heard it close over all the screaming. The see-through shirt complimented the white-lacker jeans and black converse. With a flick of a wrist, my hair twisted over my broad shoulders that I called my own. I smiled, actually, for once, enjoying the result I got. My feet tapped together with excitement! I knew I was going to have loads of fun tonight. I giggled and laughed at myself, twirling in the mirror. This is ridiculous, even for me to do. I ran out onto the stage. Fullhouse. Shit.

"Hello LA!"

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"So how did the concert go?"

"It went pretty good, actually. Had a lot of fun."

Sasha, once again, took the cold, watery wipe and slid it down my face. Most likely removing half of my makeup. The room went silent. Too silent, almost and eerie silent. From just a pin dropping, it could be heard for miles.

"I heard you kissed Harry Styles?"

"Yeah, I don't know why he did it though."

She shot me a look, as if saying 'You stupid ass bitch'. The night was over and it was now 1 AM. So damn tired. I might just die. Too soon, Alexis. Too soon. I'm sorry, I'm just so tired.

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It was the end of the night, and Sasha was dropping me off at my room. I hoped someone came in and cleaned it. When I left, it smelled like ass. Now, I hope it smells like....like...anything better than ass, to be honest. I slid the key into the slot and the light turned green. Yay! Sasha turned to walk down the hall, but she quickly turned around and said words I honestly hope to hear more later on in life :

"Goodnight, Mrs.Styles."

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Well damn. I already fucked up my uploading schedule. I shall now blame the internet even though I was just too damn lazy. It is now 9:39 PM on a Sunday. I uploaded this in one whole night. This weeks question : What would you do if your friend made you laugh so hard in front of your crush, that the apple juice you were drinking came out of your nose? Sorry. LOL. So random. I will TRY to upload on my actual schedule. (Every three days.) Next chapter is supposed to be coming out tomorrow, hopefully... Miss you, love.

-betsyD44